Clay walks out to the stable, apple in hand as his eyes look towards Berry's stall. The dapple palomino mare was pacing around and shaking her mane out before pawing in a bit of discomfort. Clay drops the apple in his hand to the dirt covered stones below as he runs to her. He begins to check her hooves and then her belly and neck as a stable hand comes over. 'Easy! She isn't hurting. She is just restless.' Clay lifts his head to look at the man with a wary gaze. The man, in turn, laughs a bit.
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